Doored Poems - Poems about Doored

...I tell you of a friend who's so fond of everything french She didn't call her a frenchie when she saw one on a bench Her favorite food french fries and syruped french toast She's been to lots o......

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...Image Gene met a four but Sima Lee he still a doored......

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...Always the plastic containers, leftovers maturing stacked in gelid wastes where pork slumbers among the peppers, chicken spooning with onions and cabbage. The polar remains of once tropical mea......

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...Locked, the fourth floor’s doored cubical Inside the ghosts are lined up saying ‘hi’ Never is there goodbye: no living/leavin’ Did fear entrap? Is it power of the mind? And who is to say, within,......

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...Always the plastic containers, leftovers maturing like potted gardens stacked in gelid wastes where pigs are plumped with peppers, goat spooned into onions and cabbage. The polar remains of onc......

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...My eyes wander against this white privileged door, starkly plain in sight and self-secured. My mind wonders around this bedroom door as if the first ever seen back when doors were open doorw......

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